All he had to do was be supportive and... there. Everything else was already in the palm of his hand, because the Gryffindor was being an asshole and ignoring Kiley. Really, it was just far too easy, and Wes should have felt a little bad about it.
Did he?
No, not really. Heading down to the grounds, his hands in his pockets, he spotted the back of her head and inwardly smirked. Outwardly, he was as serious as he could muster, calling out to her, "Kiley! I've been looking for you."
Kiley took a sudden, deep breath when she heard the familiar voice calling to tell her that he'd been looking for her. She turned towards him, smiling slightly. Or trying to, at least, because she didn't want to... just be sad or bring him down or something. And she was glad to see him, besides.
"I'm glad you're here," she told him, though perhaps a bit quieter than usual. "How are you?"
Even as upset as everything with James was making her, it still made her a bit happier, just to see Wes. She had stopped questioning that a while ago, though; now she was just glad for it.
Wes made it a statement, watching her with what looked like concern. Inwardly, of course, he was cheering for the Gryffindor (and that pained him probably more than anything else). "Has he still not talked to you?" He even sounded the part of the concerned, stepping up to her and wrapping his arms around her lightly.
It was supposed to be a hug. He still wasn't quite used to or comfortable with the whole contact thing, but he was getting better.
Practice made perfect, after all. Before she could reply to his question, he added quietly, "I'm sorry. If there's anything that I can do..." He knew that the longer that he showed her support, that he was there for her, the worse it would hurt her when he finally finished his game.
Kiley bit her lip at his answer, because part of her had hoped she wasn't that easy to read, even though even she realized by this point that she was. Her smile pretty much fell as soon as he said it, though, and she wrapped her arms back around him gratefully.
"I don't even know what to do," she mumbled against him. "He just... he walked right past me today without even talking to me."
She closed her eyes tightly for a moment, and then shook her head, pulling back just slightly. "I'm sorry," she said softly, her eyes focused down on the ground. "I don't mean to be so upset lately..." She did feel bad, too. She wasn't used to feeling that way, and she didn't want to be, and she was certain that it would be better if she could just... be happy and more like herself.
She just wasn't sure how to do that at the moment.
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All he had to do was be supportive and... there. Everything else was already in the palm of his hand, because the Gryffindor was being an asshole and ignoring Kiley. Really, it was just far too easy, and Wes should have felt a little bad about it.
Did he?
No, not really. Heading down to the grounds, his hands in his pockets, he spotted the back of her head and inwardly smirked. Outwardly, he was as serious as he could muster, calling out to her, "Kiley! I've been looking for you."
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"I'm glad you're here," she told him, though perhaps a bit quieter than usual. "How are you?"
Even as upset as everything with James was making her, it still made her a bit happier, just to see Wes. She had stopped questioning that a while ago, though; now she was just glad for it.
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Wes made it a statement, watching her with what looked like concern. Inwardly, of course, he was cheering for the Gryffindor (and that pained him probably more than anything else). "Has he still not talked to you?" He even sounded the part of the concerned, stepping up to her and wrapping his arms around her lightly.
It was supposed to be a hug. He still wasn't quite used to or comfortable with the whole contact thing, but he was getting better.
Practice made perfect, after all. Before she could reply to his question, he added quietly, "I'm sorry. If there's anything that I can do..." He knew that the longer that he showed her support, that he was there for her, the worse it would hurt her when he finally finished his game.
And that? That was the ultimate goal.
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"I don't even know what to do," she mumbled against him. "He just... he walked right past me today without even talking to me."
She closed her eyes tightly for a moment, and then shook her head, pulling back just slightly. "I'm sorry," she said softly, her eyes focused down on the ground. "I don't mean to be so upset lately..." She did feel bad, too. She wasn't used to feeling that way, and she didn't want to be, and she was certain that it would be better if she could just... be happy and more like herself.
She just wasn't sure how to do that at the moment.
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